Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-02-27

noon when nature is tired and getting
, ready for rest. The two extremes OF the
dav suit her best. She will have a num-
her of mixtures ready for exhibition In the
fall which will illustrate what she has
wished TO make her speciality, forest
scenery such as she finds in the Shenan-
doh Valley and in the West, and remenl-
her. in the old German woods that date
back to the days of the pagans u tnelr
wood gods. 1t is not impossible nat wnen
she finds herself settled in New York she
NAV open d gymnasium for women In ron
~nection with her studio. She was a tom
how" when a girl, she says, and still
believes in the fullest and freest out OF door
exercise and development for either sex.
making my way out OF the Victoria,
after nv chat with Miss Won Hillern, when
NV attention was caught by u procession OF
women filing into a room with an open
door. / followed in their wake, led by my
share of Mother Ewes curiosity, when
what should / see but heaps upon heaps oil
tea gowns and ball dresses and street cos
tunes of every hue of the rainbow and OF
every dainty material under heaven, thrown
upon tables and sofas and chairs and pre-
| sided over by a couple OF smart French
maids, who expatiated on the richness OF
the lace, the sheen of the silk, the glitter
of the Jet to whoever chose to listen or buy.
/ made my way, with some difficulty, to
the side OF one of these cOnnOiSseurs and in
quired what all this pomp OF purple and
fine linen might mean. "A lady was
going into mourning" she old me, and
this was her wardrobe which she had put
up for sale. Gold satin peeped out here,
ostrich feathers laid against blue surah
showed there. Swans down and chenille,
ribbons and plush were jumbled together
in an n~discriminate pile. Death had
shown them all to be the pile of Vanities
they were. The prices were low enough,
but l fancy few sales were made. Many
came to look, but few stayed to buy.
The death of Mrs. Mary Mann, Horace
Mann's widow, brings to my mind the
March snOwdrOps with which | always
associated her. / had met her three Or
four times only within the last decade, ut
her home at Jamaica Plain, Mass, and on
each occasion she wore at her belt a bunch
OF white spring flowers, q pleasant relief to
her sober black gown and %curiOusly har-
mOniOus with her snowy hair and brisk,
cheerful face. When | rang their door
bell first, Mr.. b. Pickman Mann, as wrote
his name then-I believe his reformed sig
nature Is Benjamin =. Mann nOw-was the
only one OF Mrs. Mann'S sons left at home.
He has become a professor i'll the Smith
sOnian Institute since, but | remember
him as a shy, awkward, studious young
man who carried on animated discussions
with his mother as to the lowest rate at
which he could tutor a young woman who
had applied to him for lessons in Greek
without calling down on his head the
wrath of the Harvard coaches for cutting
under rates. The Manns lived in Cam
| bridge in those days and the Annex was
vet in embryo. Mrs. Mann was one OF
three sisters, each of whom has lett her
mark upon her generation. Sophia Pea
body was Nathaniel HawthOrn's wife;
Elizabeth Peabody, % 50 years of age,
has been one of the foremost women of her
time in every intellectual and ~philanthrO-
pie movement, and Mary Peabody, who
has Outlived her husband, Horace Mann,
twenty-Seven years, was actively interested
in all educational projects and herself a
writer of no mean ability. Her biography
of her husband was pronounced by f. p.
Whipple one of the best works of its sort
ever published.
Miss Maria Parloa has a fund of stories
of the haps and mishapS that beiall her i'll
her hurried rides from cooking class to
cooking class in her circle of culinary en-
| deavOr within 100 miles radius Of New
| York. In all these perilS by see and land
the satchel by which she is in
variably accompanied bears a prominent
part. The bread dough that rose" in 1t,
the coffee that her hungry fellow passen-
GERS smelled from it have been celebrated
in print, but its latest adventure remains
untold, unsung. The time was one morn
my last week; the place the Grand Central
Station. The returning Montreal jewellers
were discriminating, tired, cross and criti-
cal. 1t was a great opportunity for the
satchel. After running the gauntlet of
some scores of eyes which seemed turned
upon her with more than usual curiosity,
the awner OF the bag was approaching her
car when a group OF train hands called
after her that something had broke
loose" 1t was the dOings
of that unlucky satchel. The flood
gates of a bottle Of cream within it had
been opened, and r~iverlets of the white fluid
were dropping in cascades over cloak and
gown. No wonder the carnival visitors
gszed. The train was starting. A good
natured brakeman held out Il hand 10 lift
her to the rear platform of the last car, and
then, rs the engine pulled out of the depot,
pots of butter and jars OF stock, with
punches Of herbs and boxes of spice, a
grouse ready for the Harding needle, a iillet
of beef and only the satchel knows what
more besides were ~oyerhauled in it depths
and removed from their dangerous prOXim-
ity before the discounted traveller venturcd
tn claim a seat among mOrtals dressed in
their best and who did not smack OF the
kitchen.
Have you read that article of Prof.
B~OyeSOa's in the Forum" asked a NaSSar
girl, her eyes swapping rs she spoke. He
says that young women are the nOvellsts'
audience nowadays, and III getting down
to the level of the young woman our most
promising writers are sacrificing all their
chauces of doing work that is really worth
while. II American literature is really
sick unto death, languiShing for want of
training among young women to appTeci-
ate what is in it, why doesn't Prot. BOye-
son, It's prospective chief mOurner, lay the
case, before it becomes hopeless, before his
fellow professors at Columbia? If he were
to lecture to n feminine audience in his
classroom first, he might lind it more
profitable to write for a feminine audience
in the dra]wingroom afterward. Where's
the use OF deploring our lack of solid cul-
ture while refusing the means to obtain it?
| do the best | can wound up the VasSar
girl, picking up her Sanskrit grammar.
The public has been %shudderiDg of late
over the miseries of child labor in New
York. Child wr~etchedneSS in the city is
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